Estella leaves the restroom, having cleaned herself back up again. Smiling to herself, she ponders the delicious thoughts of seeing this man searching for her for many nights to come. She even wonders whether or not to let him find her... But perhaps not. It is bad for one of her kind to feed from the same source too many times. Gabrielle, on the other hand... Now there was a puzzle worth pondering... But for now, she still has business to attend to.

The pleasure, monsieur, is mine. Estella says as she glides to a halt near them. If we are going, we should go soon.